Into The Fire [H.S.]

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Harry's POV

It's been fourteen days.

She's been avoiding our condo. Me.

For two weeks.

She sees my mum. She sees Gemma.

But she won't come home.

Not until I stop hiding things from her.

It's making me mental.

I want her home.

What she's asking of me... I can't give her.

Not right now.

There are things she doesn't understand.

Things that she can't know.

She has a doctors appointment today.

I was going to see her for the first time in person, since the  day she went to Bae's.

As I pull up to her parents house, I see her sitting on the porch stairs.

When she stands to walk to the car my mouth drops.

I rush to get out and open the  door for her.

I can't keep my eyes off of her.

She keeps giving me odd looks.

My eyes keep flicking towards her as we drive.

When I park the car, she opens her own door. Which annoys me.

I take her hand. Slipping her fingers between mine.

"You're giving me a fucking complex." She finally snaps.

"What?"

"Whuu?" She mocks me. "Stop staring at me. I know I've put on weight."

I see tears shimmering in her eyes.

I stop walking. Tugging her hand so she is standing directly in front of me. I place my hand on her stomach, there's a bump there.

Her body has changed.

But I only find her more attractive.

Something about seeing my child growing in her body.

That's a part of me, inside of her.

"You're not fat. You're pregnant. Even if you were just gaining weight, I'd still want you to sit on my face."

Her cheeks flush. The blush travels down her neck. Down her chest. I follow it with my eyes.

Fuck her tits... I want to fuck her tits.

They're massive.

"Jesus Christ, Harry." Echo shakes her head at me.

"Can I?" I hover the hand that's not holding hers over her stomach.

She nods.

My hand settles over the small bump. "She's about the size of an orange."

"What?" Echo's voice goes soft.

I look down into her eyes. "The baby. She's about the size of an orange."

She's looking up at me, her silver eyes are a soft gray, and I see tears shimmering. I rub my hand over her stomach. "How do you know that?"

"I've been reading... and I downloaded a pregnancy tracking app on my phone. It tells me something new about the baby every day." I admit.